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[eerieeyedleveret]

"Mm." The noise that leaves them is the closest to an affirmative they give to her warning. The door sticks against the latch when they try it. It isn't locked, the knob twists and the bolt isn't set, but it still resists the pull beyond what an average door would, even one old and stuck as the one in their hand.

But they can feel it. Something doesn't want it open. The heat burns at their palms, but not nearly as much as that cold and static run a current down their spine and stand their hairs at the nape.

They yank in a brutal fashion with an upturned lip, their muscle straining against the will of the house. Inch by inch the door is forced open with juttered halts, bringing with it a gust from inside of mildewed age.

Artair pushes through the threshold the second it would fit them; as if the intrusion is enough, the door ceases resisting altogether, creaking the last scant inches open in a sagging droop.

[ssnowbunnii]

The stop is sudden at the door, but Bunni takes it easily. She briefly considers trying to help Artair with shoving it open but, not wanting to shove into what little space there is in a doorway, she decides to take the moment to instead pull her baseball bat from her bag. It's not a guarantee that they'll need it, of course, but it was far better to be safe than sorry.

And they manage the door quickly, anyway. It swings open easily at the end, the way a door would if it had something blocking it that got pushed out of the way at the last second.

Bunni doesn't hesitate to follow in, the door leading into a cluttered and dirty living room. Nothing terribly out of the ordinary for a lived in house that had stood abandoned for a few years now, aside from the scattering of porcelain shards against a wall leading to the hallway; as if a vase had been thrown there. Bunni takes the opportunity to take the lead, both hands readied on her lowered bat as she steps towards the hall. "It had to be coming from this way, right?"

[eerieeyedleveret]

@ssnowbunnii // Fear/Horror

❛  did you hear that? it sounded like screams.  ❜

"....It was."

But those weren't screams of terror. They weren't the wail of someone in pain. They were familiar in a different way. Heat coursed and raged inside their arteries along the choppiest of currents, even this distance from the ramshackle house. It tickled and licked the back of their neck and made their jaw clench tight enough to sharpen their features.

"We should move." Artair knows they don't have to say it, but they do regardless while their feet move faster towards the rickety stairs and cracked diamond panes glittering in the low-light. "Someone might be in trouble."

[ssnowbunnii]

It was unmistakable, even with the distance. The screeching pitch that sounded, even from afar, like it intended to hurt. It was rage, not fear, and that much was clear. Bunni didn't take kindly to that sort of noise and, as a glance at her companion told her, Artair didn't either. It was written all over their face.

She settles a heavy hand on the bag at her hip, gaze locking back onto the derelict house before them. "Right." It's a simple confirmation, but one hardly necessary as they both begin to move. Ideally she would be in front, but their legs are longer so she follows close behind. "Yeah. Just be careful going in, if there's an aggressor you don't want to get hit by anything unexpected."

The door is old, but still manages to give some resistance upon trying to enter. Nothing that can't be kicked or shoved in with a bit of effort though.

[eerieeyedleveret]

They wave their hand. "Hey now, you don't need to butter me up to be forgiven for your attempt at cryoshock therapy." Artair laughs as their words come out, interspersing the syllables. They let her take the bottle and settle beside her, resting their head on their folded arms.

"I mean, I guess there is." They sound far less enthused about the notion. Artair pauses, chewing on the inside of their cheek. "But isn't it for the tenants only? I'm pretty sure it's a private pool. And neither of us live there, unless you forgot to pass me an address update, haha."

[ssnowbunnii]

"Pff, are you crazy? I wouldn't dare butter you up in this weather; you'd start frying!"

She's beaming though, their response doing nothing to dim her sunshine. "What? No way! Even if that was true, don't you know the literal owner? Besides-- I have family that lives there! So we could totally get in as guests, even if tall, dark, and Romeo-esque would deny you entry. But that's a big if, 'cause I doubt he would. You know he has some kind of memorial plaque for you there, right?" She stands suddenly, tossing the now cooler water bottle back to them. In the flurry of movement she reaches to take their free hand, pulling them up before they can protest. "Come on! It'll be fine, you'll see!" And with that she drags them away, off towards the cooling promise of watery fun.

[ssnowbunnii]

FUZZY WORM MAKER

BUNNI EDITION

TAGGED BY: @deductiions thank u for this opportunity to turn my guy into a worm TAGGING: y o u 💖

[deductiions]

"Please, do not apologize. I took absolutely no offense to it." The detective says, waving a dismissive hand. At her question, he has to raise a brow. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" Sterling answers as if it should be obvious that he's perfectly fine. The implications of what information he's shared does not seem to be something he's put much thought into--probably for the best. And as she moves right along, he's left to wonder why she even asked.

When they return to the topic at hand, Sterling nods, stroking his chin curiously. "I'm sure it must have been. I can't say I was afforded a look at their face, but...perhaps she knows someone who dies their hair? Hmm..." He hums quietly to himself in thought for a moment before perking up suddenly.

"Wait a moment---of course! I could simply trigger a vision with you in my presence. That will tell us for sure!"

[ssnowbunnii]

"Uh--" She has to hard blink at that one. Why he wouldn't be okay should be obvious, really, but either he doesn't let it get to him, (doubtful, why would he try so hard otherwise?) or he doesn't want to talk about it with someone he doesn't really know. Which would be fair honestly, and for now she'll let him keep that and not push him on it.

So she tries to shake it off and refocus. It's easy to do, with a topic as curious as this one. "Oh, yeah that would be hard, huh? Lots of people around here have pretty colorful hair. It's always possible!" She could think of a few just off the top of her head, after all! Her, Jace, Artair, and she's seen many more walking about, too. At his suggestion though, her eyes widen a bit. "Wait-- is that how that works?? If you're with someone, will that give you a vision about them?"

[eerieeyedleveret]

"Wow, now somebody has an awful big head on those shoulders." They laugh. "I'd stick my tongue at you too, but I'd be worried about it getting stuck to you like a metal pole somehow."

They roll their eyes, and return to lounging on their stomach. "I have water actually. My bag has a few bottles in it. Though I suppose if you held them a few minutes they'd be extra refreshing, haha." They produce one from their hip bag and offer it out to her with a pair of micro-shakes and a cheeky wink. "But I don't know if it'll be enough. The only way water is going to save me is if I'm absolutely drenched in it, I think."

[ssnowbunnii]

"Pff- nah, it's mostly just for the word play." She laughs, shifting to sit next to them. "But also, you gotta love yourself at least a little, and sometimes that means being able to admit when you look good. Even if it's hard to measure up to your level." The last part is added playfully, but there's a genuineness to it, too.

Bunni takes the offered water with a returned wink, and holds it tight between both of her hands. "One cold water, coming up! Though-- you actually make a really good point. Ugh, what I wouldn't do to go swimming right now..." She sighs dejectedly, shoulders slumping as she pouts.

It only takes her a moment to gasp though, her expression and entire body perking up. "Hey, there's a pool in Cadence! At that apartment building! Why don't we head over there?"

[eerieeyedleveret]

"ACK-- BUNNY---" The defibrillation to their face looses an alarmed squawk from them. "Fuck you're cold! I forgot you're a living freezer--" And compared to the heat they're steeped in, that temperature difference is almost painful.

They grab her arm before she can recoil too far, though. "Wait no, don't leave-- it's nice actually. You're like the A/C got turned on. I didn't expect it, but I'm pretty sure you just saved me from extinction with your frost-hands."

[ssnowbunnii]

Bunni can't help but to laugh at their surprised exclamation, though she does remove her hands at the noise. Not too far, of course, not with their own hand staying her. "Yup! That's right, Artie. The hottest babe you know also just so happens to be the coldest." Her tongue pokes out at them playfully, fingers wiggling towards their face.

"Sorry about the shock, but hey! It seemed to fix your issue with mouth words pretty well. Why don't I hook you up with a cold bottle of water, and you can tell me what you're doing out here just melting about the heat."

[deductiions]

Ernésto listens intently as she speaks, briefly recalling a moment in time where he's had this exact conversation with someone else. It's almost refreshing actually discussing his abilities with someone who isn't scrutinizing him in one way or another, but genuinely curious.

"Listen, Miss... Bunni. I appreciate your curiosity and you make some very good points but I've had these visions since I was a child. Don't you think I've tried testing their limits?" He asks rhetorically, arms uncrossing then so he can speak while moving his hands. "I cannot lie, they can be unpredictable at times but I have tried inaction. My inaction, my...hesitation in the past has gotten people killed. The truth is, I can never be sure but I will never risk not doing anything." He shakes his head. "I would much rather make a fool of myself and be wrong and nothing happen than do nothing and be right only for something horrible to happen." He explains honestly, only pausing briefly after to consider her next question.

"...As I understand it, and I understand it quite well, visions come to me in fragments. All are possibilities, not always definite, and in some rare cases the distant future may reveal itself to me depending. There is never a constant guarantee of when but that's when it becomes my responsibility to interpret things as accurately as possible. Usually, if it's a vision of something that happens in the far future--years from now as you've said--it will be far blurrier in my minds eye and visions of the specific event will be few and far between." He tells her, pushing his glasses up on his nose.

"As opposed to the vision I witnessed of something happening to someone your sister knows--someone with colored hair--it was quite clear, albeit in pieces."

[ssnowbunnii]

"Oh, just Bunni is fine! You don't have to be formal or anything with me." She assures, waving a hand dismissively. "But... I am sorry if it seemed like I was accusing you of not knowing what you were doing. That kind of thing..." She sucks a little air in between her teeth, a soft hissing noise. "It must be hard." Her smile falls, and her brows furrow ever so slightly as she shifts on her feet. "Are you-- okay?"

The question lingers for just a moment before her smile returns, hands raising innocently. "Sorry! That might feel too personal given we don't really know each other yet. We don't have to talk about that if you're not comfortable with it." She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, and tilts her head the other way this time. "But-- yeah, okay. So you get possible-future visions in fragments, and you're pretty sure that if this one happens it would would be soon because of the... clarity of it, right? Are you sure it was me? I mean, our hair color is kinda unique. I can't think of anyone else Bonnie knows with hair this color, but I guess I could always ask her."

[deductiions]

Sterling's brows knit together and his eyes return to the short woman at her question. Usually when someone doubted his abilities, they dismissed his foresight all together. It's intriguing to find her engaging him about it of all things, as opposed to going off on him for misleading her sister. He would not have been prepared for a confrontation like that today.

"What a ridiculous question--of course they're one hundred percent accurate. I've seen myself proven correct one too many times to think otherwise. Even if I were only witnessing a possibility, it's always better to treat it as fact...if I dismiss it, something horrible could happen." The detective says seriously, arms moving to fold across his chest. He tilts his head slightly, thoughtfully. "And there's... really no way to filter out unlikely possibilities anyway, as anything could happen at any given moment. There are too many variables, you must understand."

[ssnowbunnii]

"Hey, it's not ridiculous! It's a good question given the nature of-- the future in general. I mean everything affects everything after all, the tiniest thing can have the biggest impact and completely change the outcome of a situation! The extreme number of variables is exactly the point, I guess. How could you ever be sure that something you see is actually going to happen, or if you seeing it and acting on your vision isn't the very thing that causes it? You having visions is surely also a factor, but so is you acting on them or not. Maybe you seeing so many of your visions coming true is because you acting on them is part of what causes the outcome in the first place." Her gaze grows farther and farther away the more she speaks, curiosity driving her further into thought.

But she shakes her head in an attempt to clear it, focusing back on the detective once again. "Besides, how quick is the turnaround on your visions, anyway? If you see me getting killed, how are you sure that's not something that would happen in a few months, or maybe even years? I mean-- not that that would happen, of course, but theoretically."

[deductiions]

"Hey! You're that Sterling guy, right? You scared my sister half to death making her think someone was gonna kill me!"

UNPROMPTED. // @ssnowbunnii

Sterling blinks, it taking a moment to register why it is that this woman looks so familiar to him. He squints, adjusting his glasses some as he observes her face. His brows raise some at her words.

“Ah, you’re the ‘Bunni’ she mentioned. Well, it’s a pleasant surprise to see you haven’t been brutalized. Though it’s possible you weren’t the one my vision was warning me about.” He explains, bringing a knuckle to his chin and peering up in thought.

“Regardless, I do apologize for scaring her. My profession involves business that isn’t for the faint of heart, you see.”

[ssnowbunnii]

"I--" She sounds like she wants to talk business at first, but for some reason she can't help but to laugh a little at the absurdity of what he says. "Pff-- I mean, yeah. I guess I'm also glad I haven't been brutalized yet? That's always a plus."

"I guess I understand, but maybe it's worth considering keeping your cards closer to your chest so you don't almost give random people heart attacks? Besides," her own knuckle comes to her chin as if mirroring him, and her head tilts to the side. "Are your visions even one hundred percent accurate? How do you know you're not just seeing one possibility out of a million possible ones?"

[eerieeyedleveret]

@ssnowbunnii // Unprompted!

"Hey Artie, I-- WHOA are you okay?? You look like you're about to melt! Maybe you should get out of the sun for awhile? Definitely drink some water, too. I've got some if you need it!"

"Sorry Bun, I can't talk now. I'm being liquefied, and it's too much energy to make mouth-words." It has been summer for months, and yet today is the very first day. "I don't think I'm cut out for survival. You should just leave me to perish."

[ssnowbunnii]

"What? Noooo...! I can't have you melting into goop! You're too young, too beautiful!" She cries dramatically.

"I guess you leave me with no choice then. I will you... to live!" With the declaration she reaches out, a hand cupping each of their cheeks. And despite her warm wear, she is still so frosty cold.

[ssnowbunnii]

;;holds my babygirl in my hands,,,

[contemptible-scoundrel]

THEBITINGCOLD sent you a message ✉️

no worries if not but would you like. mind if I settled into your very bones for a little? just to know what it's like haha. no pressure of course I know it's a weird thing to ask lol

[silvestriste]

Orchard House, home of Louisa May Alcott, in Concord, Massachusetts.

[kissofavampiress]

The Countess's lips turn downwards somewhat at the feel of the sticky substance that meets the back of her hand following Bibi's gesture; perhaps she should start restricting who was allowed to greet her so respectfully. Without a care, he wipes the back of her hand on her blouse before bringing her hands to clasp together.

"You are fortunate indeed, and I am pleased to hear that you think so." The tone her visitor carries is music to her ears--so delighted, almost wholesome or innocent in a way. She loved when they had no idea what they were in for; their surprise later would be all the more gratifying. A smirk returns to the corner of her crimson lips.

“Bibi. How lovely." There's a sparkle in those beaming red eyes that could easily be missed if one weren't paying enough attention. The small one was smarter than she had thought, not meeting her gaze. "You may refer to me as Countess Zora, or Your Graciousness if you vish to be formal. Come then, ve must get you out of that drab outfit and into something a little more... proper for our festivities." The tall woman turns and begins to ascend the long staircase once more, not bothering to make sure her visitor is following. There was no way out from this point on so she really had no choice.

Once she reaches the top of the stairs, she would guide Bibi beyond a tall stone archway, just tall enough to allow even her through with her horns in consideration. Torches line the walls, lighting their path, accompanied by old painted portraits of the vampiress herself. A well dressed man greets her at the end of the hall and in the light, it would be become obvious that he was of the undead variety. With a sunken in face and pale skin that is torn in places around his jaw, revealing parts of bone underneath; he's even missing an eye and yet he appears unbothered, loyally meeting Zora's fierce gaze with a lidded one of his own.

"Your Majesty, the ballroom is being prepared as we speak."

"Excellent, Thaddeus. This is my butler, dragă mea. He vill be organizing the festivities for tonight." The vampiress introduces the two, Thaddeus giving Bibi a brief once over.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Bibi. If you would follow me, her Graciousness's wardrobe is right this way."

"You vill join him from here; he vill find you something appropriate to wear for the ball. We vill reconvene in the ballroom." A hand comes to meet Bibi's back, giving her a gentle but encouraging push towards her loyal servant.

[ssnowbunnii]

"Countess Zora? What a pretty name! I've never heard that one before. It suits someone as radiantly unique as yourself." She takes no offense to the wiping away of her kiss, honestly she'd do the same in her situation. Also, it was kinda funny in her head. Maybe double check who you let kiss you if you don't like the feeling of lip gloss, you silly definitely murderous lady you.

Bunni doesn't even care about the insult to her clothes, because she's too busy gasping, hands closed and coming up next to her face in excitement at the thought of what was basically the fanciest form of dress up. "Really??" Her excitement reflects clearly in her voice, and in the thousands of stars in her eyes. "How kind of you to make sure I'm dressed for the occasion, your graciousness!" Some part of her is curious if they'll have clothes that are actually her size, but this was a giant creepy old castle in the middle of literal nowhere, they've probably got clothes in every size. And besides, she's even more focused on what she might end up wearing! Maybe some flowy white gown all dracula's maidens style, or maybe some regal ballgown like something out of beauty and the beast. Either way she's excited!

She follows Zora with an excited skip in her step, taking in the castle decor almost as much as she's thinking about the clothing she's going to wear. In fact she's so lost in thought that she doesn't immediately pay enough attention to the servant that greets them. She hears the voice and sees the shape, but it takes her an extra moment for her to really focus in and realize that he's-- not quite right. "Oh-!" And just like that, her full undivided attention returns. "Whoa, is he dead? Uh-- sorry, is that rude to ask?"

When Thaddeus addresses her, she beams. It doesn't escape her that he shouldn't already know her given name, but it's easy to play off with the tiniest curtsy. "It's nice to meet you, Thaddeus!" And then she's being ushered forward. She casts a smile back at Zora briefly, as she moves next to the servant, prepared to follow. "Okay! I can't wait to see what festivities you've got planned for tonight!"

[maureen2musings]

Shimmering light

marie_skoven